Breath Play

“Breathe,” Liara commanded, her voice low and steady, her hand tightening around Shepard’s throat. The pressure was firm but controlled, just enough to make Shepard’s pulse race, her body arching instinctively toward the asari. “In… and out. Slowly.”

Shepard gasped, her chest heaving as she tried to focus on Liara’s voice, on the rhythm of her breathing. But it was hard—so hard—when every nerve in her body was on fire, her mind hazy with a strange, heady mix of fear and desire. The medical bay was silent except for the sound of her ragged breaths, the soft hum of the scanner now a distant memory. Liara’s eyes never left hers, their blue depths glimmering with something dark and almost predatory.

“Good,” Liara murmured, her lips curling into a faint smile as she loosened her grip slightly, allowing Shepard to take a deeper breath. “Now, hold it.” Her fingers tightened again, cutting off Shepard’s air just as she started to exhale. “Count to five. One… two… three…”

Shepard’s vision blurred, her body trembling as she fought to obey. The edges of her consciousness began to fray, and for a moment, she felt like she was floating, untethered. This is wrong, a voice in the back of her mind whispered. This isn’t you. But another voice—louder, more insistent—urged her to submit, to let Liara take control. To trust her.

“Four… five…” Liara’s grip eased, and Shepard gasped, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she sucked in air. “Again,” Liara commanded, her voice firm but not unkind. “Let go, Shepard. You don’t need to think. Just… feel.”

Shepard’s breath hitches again as Liara’s free hand slips under her shirt, her cool fingers tracing the edge of her ribcage. “You’re so responsive,” Liara murmurs, her voice laced with a dangerous edge. “So eager. Tell me, Shepard… how far are you willing to go?”

Shepard’s mind is a haze of conflicting thoughts, but her body knows what it wants. “As far as you want,” she breathes, her voice trembling.

Liara’s smile widens, her eyes gleaming with something almost feral. “Good. Because this is just the beginning.” Her fingers tighten around Shepard’s throat again, cutting off her air just as she starts to speak. “Remember… I’m in control now.”